Trip Start Mar 13, 2007
92Trip End Aug 10, 2007
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Warsaw's beautiful Old Town and numerous Royal Palaces and Baroque churches are almost entirely reconstructions since the city was almost completely destroyed in WWII
Warsaw has apparently become quite renowned in Europe for its jazz clubs, something I might not have been inclined to find out about were it not for my roommates at the hostel who were in town from Hungary largely to take in the jazz scene. Alice, Zoltan, and Christian invited me out to dinner and jazz club hopping with them for two nights, each evening after a good amount of homemade Tokay wine they brought along with them from Debrecen.
One thing that's quite different about Poland compared to the rest of Europe is that it's very religious. Huge churches are prominent on the landscape throughout the continent, but some are now museums and many are empty most of the time save for a few old ladies dressed in black. In Warsaw on Palm Sunday, though, huge churches all seemed to be packed for mass after mass all day long. From the looks of it, masses in Poland must be G-rated and appropriate for audiences of all ages and both genders, rather than just for elderly females as in Italy or France
My church visitation plans scuttled, I decided to go to the top of the Palace of Culture, the gigantic gift to Warsaw from Stalin that's said to have the best view in town if for no other reason than it's the only place in town from which you can't see the building itself. Like most Soviet architecture, it's horribly ugly, even more tastless and hilarious than Cold War era cinematic caricatures of Communist architecture. The scowling/snarling coat room attendants in the basement who have all probably worked the same job there since the building opened were the icing on the cake to my trip back into Communist-era nostalgia at the P.O.C.